Oh flower don't go,
Why did I water you?
Oh flower don't go,
Why did I care for you?
The leaves turn yellow.
The flower goes away.
The fragrance still present,
Just a bit far away.
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The fragrance is there on my hand...
Anna
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Inks of Heart
PoetryJust some words woven into lines making the fabric of a poem; sometimes prose. #1 poetry #1 book of poems #1 poembook #2 prose #4 motivation #7 poem { Copyright © 2021, Anna Woods}
